Cascade

We fell asleep in each other's arms, again. My arm extended and sat my hand down firmly against your hip bone. I loved the way that felt, even with my elbow strained, and locked in place. It felt like home. And it must have for you too, because when my palm began to drift your grasp around my wrist pulled me back down unto your womb's mantle as if you were planting my touch into your skin. I have always belonged there. When we woke to the kiss of sun rays, we made love. We were two stones rolling along a river bed, encircling one another and catching each other's weight as the flow pulled us toward a new horizon. A destination that had always felt buoyant, and just out of reach. Like a shimmer at the top of the water, resembling the face of what you think love should look like until you crash through the breach and destroy the facade. But, as we came to each other's shoreline, there was no shimmer. No shattering hope. Only your beautiful smile, welcoming me home, as we continued to cascade, catching each other's weight. Keeping each other close. -James Kelley 2017